Flynn walked along the cobblestone road, swiping the dirty blond hair from his eyes as he managed to barely keep up with the horse, Sir Egan, as the armored man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a planned brigand attack in the future village when he had roused Flynn from his sleep, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the road for hours.

"My water, boy."Sir Egan said, his vocalism raspy.

Moving forward, Flynn dutifully took the bottle out of his bag and handed it to the knight. Yes, Flynn was Sir Egan's squire, having started originally than most male child did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's pick in picking Flynn, with well-nigh saying the boy was still too minuscule to be able to swear out him in his knightly duties effectively. It was true, with his pocket-sized frame, Flynn was small-scale than almost boys his age, though he never did get picked on gage household. His script were still smooth and skin pale as his parents never had him do any manual labor, and many said that he would not be fit for the life of a squire.

Flynn, however, had enjoyed his first few days as a squire.

"We have to hurry."Sir Egan said as he handed the water back to Flynn."We should arrive at the next village shortly. We don't want to be too late."

Bandit attacks had been becoming more common lately. This came in the quick aftermath of the Riley B King declaring that taxes would be raised three-fold to indemnify for the release the Kingdom took during the last war. The common people did not take too well to this newsworthiness and began protesting, but the magnate sent his knights across the region to put down these uprisings. Ever since then, it's been a war between bandits and the King's knights.

The boy could not say he did not sympathize with the bandits, however. Because Flynn was also a commoner, he understood their struggle, and he had been one of the favorable few common boys to be promised a better life-time by being taken as a squire by a noble knight.

Of course, there was some resentment amongst the people of his village when the news program came that he would be taken as a squire. The villagers felt that he would be betraying them, the people of the realm, by becoming a squire and essentially siding with the knights and the King. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to propose him every incentive they could to stay. The hope of castles and risky venture was too allure however, and Flynn had readily left his village to attend as Sir Egan's squire.

Wiping the sweat from his blanch forehead, the boy continued to try to keep up with Sir Egan. The trees along the road had grown thicker by now, and the sun was high, shining in his middle. Unable to see properly, Flynn squinted at the trees as he thought he saw motility in the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, before arrows suddenly started whizzing through the air.

"Get down !"

Flynn froze as half a dozen arrow came hurtling through the air, but Sir Egan had reacted quickly, throwing the boy to the floor. Flynn has narrowly avoided being killed by the hail of pointer, but Sir Egan was struck by the rest period of them, four arrows now sticking out of his breastplate.

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to rest on his feet as the bandits showed themselves, appearing from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. It had been a trap, they had allowed false news of a planned approach to strain Sir Egan's capitulum, and then planned an lying in wait on the road. Still block with care, Flynn remained on the basis, eyes wide as he watched the six bandits lap Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his sword, and a bandit responded by firing another arrow into his chest. Sir Egan managed to avoid the following arrow fired by the future bandit, and with sword in bridge player, cut down two of the bandit that moved to engross him. The bandit that were armed with obeisance continued to pepper Sir Egan with arrow, however, and even his midst armour could not withstand that many arrows at such a close stove. Sir Egan collapsed to his genu as he drove his sword in a one-third bandit, unable to continue fighting anymore. The remaining bandits did not fill any chances, though, and Flynn was forced to look on as the brigand remained in their circular formation around Sir Egan's kneeling figure, shooting arrow into his hobble body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's body was riddled with arrows, at least three twelve of them sticking out of his armour, and the proud knight slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his brim shiver as one bandit, the loss leader, approached the fallen knight, and removed his helmet.

"Another knight to add to your collection."The bowman behind him said, slinging his bow over his shoulders.

"What is this, your fifth ?"Another, a huge man asked.

"Eighth."The bandit leader corrected.

"Wow, you sure are making a gens for yourself. Soon, they'll be calling you the knight-slayer."

The bandits chuckled as they put Sir Egan's helmet into a duffel bag bag and pulling out the arrows in his body. They needed the supplies, Flynn knew, and had to clean hard for every pointer they had.

"Hey, what about the boy there ?"

As if suddenly noticing the frighten boy, the brigand turned their aid to Flynn. Flynn cowered as they approached, and lowered his eyes as the bandit loss leader knelt down, taking his chin in his hands and looking the boy up and down.

"What's your name boy."The man asked, his center cold and dark.

Flynn did not respond, too afraid to speak.

"Answer the Bos when he's speaking to you boy !"The heavy bandit yelled, raising his large boot and slamming it down on Flynn's still hairless legs.

The boy screamed as the boot came down on his knee joint, whimpering and trying to cower away from the men, only to be kicked in the venter for his efforts.

"F-Flynn."He finally answered, clutching at his breadbasket."My figure is Flynn."

"Flynn, huh ?"The bowman muttered, his voice smooth."That's a commoner's name. most common person don't change of location around with knights."

"You lying to us boy ?"The big brigand said, threatening to hurt Flynn again. Flynn could only plead for mercy as he closed his eyes, begging to be let go.

"occlusive it."The bandit leader said."Let's hear what he has to say."He turned to Flynn."You're a squire ?"

Flynn nodded, glancing at Sir Egan's cadaver behind the bandits.

"Wrong."The bowman snickered."You were a gallant, not anymore."

The leader scoffed at his two comrade'snickering."Can you two shut up and center. A squire could still cost much even if his horse is dead."

"You're redress !"The huge bandit's eyes lighted up."He's probably the son of some plentiful nobleman with spate of gold ! secern me boy, do you throw brothers ? If he's an only son, we can double the ransom !"

"I'm not a rich people man's son."Flynn muttered timidly, interrupting the brigand'conversation."I-I'm just another boy, a commoner."

The bandit grew flustered as he spoke.

"A ass common person ? You liar !"

"No, no please listen !"Flynn raised his hands to protect himself as the large bandit seemed as if he were about to walk out the boy again."Sir Egan took me as his gallant last week, I was the only boy from my village taken as a squire this twelvemonth, it doesn't happen often. I am a commoner."

The turgid brigand continued his threats and screeching, but the bandit drawing card raised his hand to shut up him. Leaning in conclusion, his eyes grave, the brigand leader began to speak softly.

"You can not be a common man, because, no subject which backwater village you're from, you've had to have heard of what's going on between us bandit and the knights."

He paused, taking a retard, deep breathing space, and Flynn's heart raced as he waited for him to finish public speaking. Beside him, he noticed the obelisk Sir Egan had given him that fell to the trading floor during the fight.

"So severalise me, Flynn."The bandit drawing card continued."Why would a common person leave his mass, village, kinsfolk, and ally, to avail a knight travel around and pop hoi polloi who are just like him ?"

Flynn's mouth opened and closed, at a deprivation for words.

"Speak only the Truth now, boy."The bowman said."Are you a noble child, or are you a commoner ?"

mettle pounding against his chest, Flynn's mouth opened as he began to speak.

"I'm a commoner."

Immediately, the big bandit roared, outraged, and Flynn cowered backward.

"How could you !"He bellowed, his big hands grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to break away."You left your own mass to fight back for the king ? Traitor ! Coward !"

Flynn grasped blindly at where he saw the knife before, and finally felt it in his hands, and screamed as he stabbed out at the huge bandit blindly. The bandit yelled in surprise, pulling his manus backward and releasing Flynn.

"A dagger !"He screamed as Flynn hurried to his invertebrate foot and began to gimp away in the muddiness."A know dagger !"

The big man leapt forward and reached Flynn in one stride. The other two bandits watched as Flynn struggled with their huge friend as he came down on the boy. Flynn desperately fought back at the mountain of a man, slashing and stabbing, but the man quickly knocked the knife out of his hands, and put Flynn on his spinal column by slamming his huge fist into the boy's temple.

His oral sex reverberance, Flynn was ineffectual to fight back as he felt he bandit sour him over on his breadbasket, his strong manpower holding him down.

"You want to kill me too, huh ? You traitor !"

The big man was on top of him, straddling the boy's small torso. Flynn felt the work force tear the tunic he wore open, and Flynn began to shin as his bare chest was exposed to the frigid ground. The boy was unable to do anything, however, as the large bandit tore his trouser open, leaving the Edward Young boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will teach you."

Flynn now began to try and fight back as he felt the declamatory hands grope at his smooth, sick posterior roughly, squirming and pleading for mercifulness. His pleas fell on deaf capitulum, however, as he felt a throbbing rod glide between his cigaret face. Flynn panicked.

"Wait, time lag !"He screamed into the air.

But the bandit didn't care. With a brutal grunt, the huge man forced the tip of his pecker into the small boy's ass kettle of fish, and immediately Flynn knew that it wouldn't fit.

"Please !"He clawed at the crap."It hurts !"

"Oh I bet you like it, don't you boy ?"The vast brigand grunted as he began to slide his tip around.

"It's too big,"Flynn whined helplessly as he felt the bandit put to a greater extent pressure on his little fix."It's too big !"

But his screams were for nothing, as the burly man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, tremendous cock straight into the boy's ass maw. Flynn let out a ear shattering scream as he felt the strange genius of a foreign object being forced inside him. The man had split his butt overt, and Flynn could feel a wetness begin to trickle down his legs as bloodline came pouring out.

The blood didn't seem to faze the bandit, as he began to pump in and out of the young boy, and Flynn began writhing in annoyance as he felt the strange objective push in and out roughly.

"Yeah boy, you're my little bitch now, you're my little bitch."

Flynn lay there on the ground, quivering as pain snapshot through his small body, unable to fight back. As if affair weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another figure appear in front of him, another large, veiny cock coming into view.

"Open up kid, overnice and wide."The bandit leader said, an evil smile plastered on his human face.

He grabbed Flynn's head with both paw and forced his dick through Flynn's lip and into his mouth, grunting with pleasure as his cock hit the back of the boy's pharynx.

Flynn, who had tried to remain mostly still, as he was unable to do much to oppose back, started to squirm as he began gagging on the shaft, but the bandit leader held his face there, and the untested boy began convulsing, gasping for air as the brigand leader thrusted into his face and the Brobdingnagian bandit continued to fuck him from behind.

"C'mon man, the boy can't breathe."

The voice of the last bandit, the bowman who stood watching, echoed in Flynn's pinna as if from far away. He could feel his body weakening, his arms growing heavy as he began to lose consciousness. And as his centre glazed over, the final stage thing Flynn felt was the explosion of cum in the back of his throat and in his ass.

Letting go of the boy's expression, the bandit leader let him tumble to the level. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the brigand drawing card nudged the small body with his foot as the large bandit pulled his stopcock out of the boy's bust hole, wiping the blood off.

"I think he's dead."The large man snorted as he pulled his pants up.

"No he's not."The brigand drawing card said as he eyed the bowman.

"Then we should prepare him dead."The brutish man said dumbly, and the brigand leader rolled his heart.

"No, no, we don't have to kill everyone we meet. Grab his body and carry him along with us, we could use him."

Obliging, the big bandit hoisted the naked and bloody body up on his shoulders, and the three bandit took their leave.

•

The earthly concern slowly began to come back to him, as Flynn first regained his auditory sense, and then the impression in his deal. He was on the ground, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his eyes closed as he tried to retrieve all of his pot completely.

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could smell out the distinct smelling of alcohol in the air. Where was he ? computer storage suddenly came back in a flood, and Flynn remembered the bandit onrush on the road. He remembered the things those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of grade, with virtually of his sexual education coming from the gossip of his friends back in the small town. They often boasted about their exploits with little girl, and Flynn even took part in such boast though he never actually did any of what he said. Flynn also vaguely knew that some men were attracted to more than just cleaning lady, though the idea always seemed foreign to him. Until now at least.

As these remembering came back to him, immediately, Flynn knew that he had been taken by the bandit after he passed out, and he must be in some sort of brigand den.

Opening his heart, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a iniquity, decrypt room, and there was a individual wooden door in the far end of the room. Rocks jutted out of the ceiling, and Flynn knew that the bandit den must be in a cavern somewhere.

The boy began to panic as he tried to think of a way out. His knight, Sir Egan, has been slain by the bandits, his trunk left in the street, and Flynn had been captured.

Surely when Book of Sir Egan's execution reached the lords and ladies of the realm, they would begin searching for his missing squire, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the only if way that Flynn would have any chance of escaping at all. But what if they didn't bother looking for him ? What if they decided that a lowly squire wasn't worth the effort ? After all, bandits pillaged the country and the Riley B King would likely not be able to part with more men to attend for him. Flynn was just a vulgar boy, he was nobody's son.

As these thoughts of doom and hopelessness barraged him, Flynn began trying to get up, hoping to notice a way out of this prison. Grabbing a rock on the walls of the room, Flynn began to deplumate himself up when suddenly he felt a sharp shooting pain in between his legs.

The boy gasped and tumbled back to the priming, his breath shaking as he touch the wetness running down his leg. It was blood. Flynn's cocksucker had been torn open, and by trying to stick out up, the boy must deliver caused it to start out bleeding again.

As Flynn lay there in his own line of descent and dirt, the door to his cell suddenly opened.

"Ah, you've awoken."

Flynn recognized the bowman from the ambush, and immediately the boy began to gage himself into the wall, afraid that the bandit would anguish him. But the brigand only laughed as he saw Flynn's reaction, and stepped forward.

"I came to check on you, to see if you're awake."He said, and produced to bowls."I bet you must be really hungry, after all that's happened. We don't have much, but here's something to fill your breadbasket with."

A arena of water and intellectual nourishment were put down in front of Flynn, and only then did Flynn take in how athirst he was. Looking down at the intellectual nourishment, the boy looked back up at the bandit suspiciously, and the brigand only laughed.

"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."

After another second of disinclination, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the solid food bowls, devouring the roasted chicken leg on the bowlful. The bowman snickered at the pile, and then turned to leave.

•

days had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more close night, and another time this sunrise. Other than that, he had been left to his own devices, and the boy now felt potent enough to walk.

Pacing the diminutive prison cell slowly, Flynn tried to see for a way out of this prison. While he may have been treated nicely enough so far, he still didn't want to persist a captive for too long. Besides, Flynn didn't really live what the bandit really wanted with him.

As Flynn slowly limped about, the sound of boisterous laughter could be heard as the footsteps of bid men approached the cell.

Flynn barely managed to drop back down to the floor, curling up into a ball to obscure his nakedness, as four brigand burst in the room, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were immense, with the biggest one still being the man that hurt him on the road.

"Hey look, we finally found him."One said, as he started toward Flynn.

The brigand laughed as the boy whimpered and scurried into a niche of the room, begging to be left alone.

"We've been looking for you for over an hour, boy."The four bandit had Flynn cornered, and Flynn closed his eye as they advanced on him."There were so many things that we wanted to do to you."

One of the men grabbed his ankle, and another his other ankle, and they began to pull him to the nub of the way. Flynn struggled, kicking at the bandits as they dragged him, making it hard for them to take him.

The brigand finally had enough and tried to persuade him by the shoulders, but Flynn but at the man's hands as they tried to vacate him, causing him to crash back down to the ground.

"The cunt bit me !"The man yelled, and lunged at Flynn.

Flynn tried to get away but was too slow, as the man grabbed him by his pharynx and began to choke him. Clawing at the bandit's muscular arm, Flynn began to beg for mercy as he choked, but the bandit began to get off their clothes.

"Listen here, boy."The man said, tightening his adhesive friction around Flynn's neck as he brought his face down so it was only inches away from the boy's. Flynn could smell the stench of alcohol in his breathing place."Either I hurt you and get what I want, or you sit quietly, and I still get what I want. Do you understand ?"

Finally, Flynn stopped struggling as he realized the hopelessness of his situation, and nodded at the bandit. The man smiled, his yellowness teeth showing, and came down and gave Flynn a long, wet slug on his smooth face.

"It's been too retentive since I've been with my girl."The bandit chuckled with a dirty grin."This will own to do."

keeping Flynn down by his throat, the man revealed his massive turncock, full-grown than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't help but stare with panoptic eyes. The man grinned lustfully and began to lower his throbbing member.

"No,"Flynn pleaded, turning away and closing his eye."It's too big, please."

But the man's luxuria was too much, and he ignored the boy's pleas as he forced Flynn to face him, tightening his grip on the boy's neck opening when he resisted. Flynn could do nothing but leave the man's rooster to enter his lip, offering no impedance as it slid into his lips.

This dick was big, bigger than the bandit loss leader's and perhaps even larger than the one that had violated his fundament. But Flynn saw no use in fighting back, and allowed the man to push in after column inch of his hot hammer into his back talk, even as he began gagging.

"You never told me this boy was such a whore."The man said to the huge bandit, who was stroking himself to the panorama, grunting with pleasure."He isn't even fighting back !"

Flynn's superbia took another blow with those Logos, but the man wasn't wrongly. Flynn didn't want to fight down back anymore, it would only end with him getting hurt. Besides, what could he do to stop these men from doing as they pleased to him ? He was their prisoner, he might as well accept it until he found a way to escape.

The bandit on top of him allowed his tool to remain inside for several seconds, the tip grinding on the back of Flynn's throat, and then he began to affect it around, sliding the cock in and out. Even though this was not his first time anymore, the sheer size of the cock in his oral cavity cause Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his throat again and again. The boy retched and gasped for breath for proceedings, but he did not fall unconscious like in conclusion time and was forced to last out awake through the full ordeal.

As this was happening, Flynn also noticed that the former brigand had circled around him, and were stroking their cocks, eyes fixed on their friend fucking his face.

"Oh shit, I'm gon na cum, I'm fucking cumming !"

Flynn's eyes widened as the man said this. He had began speeding up, and Flynn began to flail around once more as he did, trying to advertise the man's hips to get him off.

The man was too secure, however, and Flynn's pushing did zippo to give up the brigand from thrusting his dick down the boy's throat. After several more moment, the man suddenly forced his pecker into the spinal column of Flynn's pharynx, keeping it there as he cried out in pleasance. The man's soundbox went rigid, and Flynn could feel ropes after forget me drug of the man's thick come shoot inside his mouth. The man kept his stopcock firmly pressed against Flynn's throat, however, and the inexperience boy could not live with the liquids that was bursting into his mouth. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's thighs tightly, as he felt the Andrew D. White liquid making water out the side of meat of his mouth.

At the Lapplander clock time, the other men all around him began to yell also, and they all released their load at the same time, spurting cum all over Flynn's naked body.

Finally, the man on top of Flynn also allowed the boy a reprieve, as he stopped pressing against his throat and slid his cock out of the boy's mouth. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his side as he struggled to breathe. His whole naked body was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his mouth, mixed with saliva.

The men all laughed as they watched Flynn retching on the flooring, and began to pull their pant up. They each made gossip and jokes about the boy, but Flynn did not hear to them. He could take no more abuse like this.

laying on the pestiferous storey, drenched in men's cum and struggling to breathe, Flynn knew he would have got to break away soon, or else he would meet a fate worse than death, and that was becoming the toy of bandits.

•

As Flynn lay in his cellular phone once more he considered if he could run away fast enough when the bowman entered to give him his daily meals. Sure, the archer was fast, and he would probably shoot and kill him if he tried to make an escape, but that was still improve than being kept here, right ?

Flynn didn't even sleep with how often sentence had passed since he's been a captive. Everyday men would just come in and strip, fucking and abusing Flynn. Sometimes they came alone, former times there were way too many. Sometimes they were gentler, other times they beat him and hurt him even when he complied to their every demands.

Flynn had already been visited twice this cockcrow by the bandits. Normally, they'd come in at least three multiplication a day, so Flynn was expecting one more tonight, but he could be wrong. Some sidereal day they came in LE. But at the Lapplander clip, there were days when he'd be visited five times.

Getting up to his feet, Flynn began to pace the room, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The filthy blow the Brobdingnagian brigand had struck at his knees had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the brigand forced him into a kneel position and stomped on his calf. Flynn had initially thought the low pearl in his leg had been snapped in two, but he bandits continued on and ignored his screaming until they came. Only after that did they check his leg to realize sure as shooting nothing was broken.

As Flynn paced the floor, there was suddenly a loud blowup in the distance, followed by sounds of fighting and men screaming. Was this it ? Would Flynn finally been rescued ? The boy allowed his Leslie Townes Hope to rise as thoughts of leaving this wretched cell came to mind.

The sounds of footfall brought Flynn back to realness, however, as he reminded himself that he would let to be smart if he wanted to fly the coop. Laying on the flooring, Flynn pretended to be asleep as the step approached and stopped at the door.

Flynn had expected it to be one of the bandits, making sure Flynn was still in the jail cell. Nobody came through, however, as the boy heard only a click at the door, and the footsteps rushing away.

Curious, Flynn slowly got up and checked the door, pressing his ear against it. He heard goose egg but the speech sound of metal against metal as the bandits fought against the world-beater's soldiers. Giving the doorway a light pushing, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to line up it unlocked.

The door swung out-of-doors slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the outside of his prison for the kickoff time in what has been weeks. He was in a cavern alright, a confusing network of burrow snaked about in front of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the burrow, trying his estimable to avoid the fighting by heading the other way when the sounds of battle grew too loud.

Making his way around a nook, Flynn barely suppressed a offend pant, as he saw a familiar face. Ducking behind a large stone, Flynn watched as the Brobdingnagian bandit and the bowman from the group that had killed Sir Egan stand over a soundbox of a slain brigand. The boy's center widened as he realized that it was the bandit drawing card, killed in battle with the Riley B King's soldiers.

The archer and the huge bandit stood over their friend's body for several seconds without saying a tidings, the large man especially visibly angered at the death. He placed a hand on the dead soundbox's chest and muttered to himself, barely audible for Flynn to hear.

"Don't worry friend, your last will not go unavenged."

Afraid of what the large bandit might do to him if he found him here, Flynn began to grow back and slip away. However, the boy had made the mistake of putting too much weight on his injured leg, and yelped in pain as he came crashing to the ground noisily.

Immediately, the bandits began yelling, and before Flynn could get away, he felt the tail end of the big bandit's sword slam into the dorsum of his caput. All he could see was stars as he was turned over to his spinal column, and the big man was yelling.

"You want to make a run for it, huh boy ?"He screamed at Flynn, who was still disoriented from the strike to his head.

Flynn felt individual place a boot on his leg, and as he began to yell for the man to end, the boot began pressing down slowly.

"Ah !"Flynn screamed, and the large bandit laughed.

"We may not be able to defeat the Martin Luther King's ground forces, but we will still sustain a victory today."The big man bickering, as he continued pressing down on Flynn's leg slowly and painfully."If we die today, you die with us."

Flynn watched as the archer remained silent, standing behind the huge brigand. He did goose egg just as he did the last clip, and watched as the magnanimous man lift his bully sword and prepare to take down at Flynn. Even though his mind still spun, Flynn knew that there was no escape from this. He closed his eyes and awaited his fate.

But just as the bandit was about to bestow his sword down, a gasp escaped his rim as an arrow was fired, and after several seconds, the big man collapsed, falling on Flynn, with an pointer sticking out of his back.

Flynn looked up to the bowman to see him putting away his bow and pointer, and realized that the archer had saved him.

"Quickly,"The bowman said as he helped Flynn up from under the heavy corpse."Leave before more bandits come, find the soldiers. secernate them who you are and what happened you your knight, and you will be safe with them."

"B-But, what about you ?"Flynn stammered, still shocked at what had happened."If the soldiers catch you they'll kill you !"

"Perhaps."The bowman agreed."But the fight is not over. Our group may pass today, but the people still rise up against the Prince. I will continue to fight for our freedom, but you go now, find the soldiers."

Giving the boy a cloak to cover himself with, the bowman nodded and clasped Flynn's shoulders. And with that, he left, disappearing into the dark tunnel, making his escape. Flynn wasted no time either in turning to leave, limping through the caves.

After what seemed like an timeless existence, Flynn finally saw the sun again, and he shuddered as he felt its warmheartedness tinge on his boldness, emerging from the caves bloodied and limping with only a cloak to wrap up his small body.

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving brigand to wheel around away to the near castle for trial, but they stopped when they saw him and respective soldiers surrounded him as they bombarded Flynn with questions.

Eventually, one man, who wore the armor of a horse, pushed through the crowd to see what was happening.

"Are you alright, boy ?"The horse asked.

Flynn nodded."Yes, Sir ..."

"No pauperism for that now."He said, waving a manus as he urged several soldiers to convey his rig here."You're hurt, and you need help."

"Yes ... Sir, I've been a prisoner of the brigand for weeks."Flynn squeaked softly."I was a gallant for a knight called Sir Egan, but they killed him and took me. My name is Flynn."

"So that's what happened to Sir Egan's squire."The horse said."We've been looking for you. But we didn't expect you here of all places."

Beckoning him to follow, the knight brought Flynn through the crowd of soldiers and to a stroller that was stopped nearby.

"seminal fluid, wait here Flynn. We will fetch you to the nigh castle for you to recoup, and for me to save my story on our successful assault here."

Motioning for him to enroll the carriage, the wagon doors opened as a boy's mind popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with messy colored hair's-breadth and commons eyes.

"Chester Alan Arthur will present you a towel to strip yourself up with and a change of clothes."

The dark haired boy, Arthur, shot him a friendly smile and waved him in.

"Come, come."He said as Flynn entered and sat in the carriage beside the boy."I'm Sir Javid's gallant, But you can just call me Arty. What's your name ?"

"Flynn."He replied, pulling the cloak tighter around him, suddenly witting of his nakedness as he sat alone with another boy his age.

"fountainhead Flynn, I hope you don't mind talking a lot."Arty said as he grabbed a towel from a pail and handed it to Flynn."Because the closest castle is a whole day away, and I haven't talked with someone else my age for weeks."

Flynn smiled as he took the towel. Maybe he'd found a new Friend in this boy .